Lost Creek Hollow ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year

it was not something she could ignore any longer. the girl's instincts rang true: she was pregnant, and the seawolf upon the coast was the one who had fathered her children. 
the last several days had been spent in abject misery. between vomiting and frequent trips to relieve herself, mona had merely laid in her den and wished to take it all back. but of course she could not. the small bit of mint she had saved from gannet's offering was her only redemption, and she chewed a piece of it now, gingerly.
hunger, ironically, drew mona from her shelter. she made her way quietly between the silent trees, nearing the closest cache. too weak to hunt, it had been a handful of time since she had contributed, and for the same reasons the stalwart hesitated.
that, and the fact she was not alone. a lovely she-wolf stood opposite her, silver-cloud and gilded eyes. mona was immediately ashamed of her bedraggled, sickly appearance, and mumbled a low "hello" as she dropped her gaze in consternation.